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Oct 2015
When the sun is high
And sweat rolls down your neck
And you bite into a chilled tangerine
And you feel it in your cheeks

And I think of
When you're across a room looking
When you smile
When I feel it in my cheeks

When the storm rolls in
And you find a book
And you sit still
And drown yourself in it

And I think of
When you kiss me half-asleep
When your limbs lie limp on me
When I drown myself in it
Tyler Eavey
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